In the practically-middle-of-nowhere, halfway between Duvall and Carnation, WA (6500 and 1700 population, respectively), there is a Chevron station. Sharing the parking lot of said Chevron station, there sits a large red barn with this sign atop its roof.
|Not THE barn.|
I want the barn.
I don't know why.
I have no need for a barn.
My largest livestock is a beagle who prefers sleeping under the covers of my bed.
I think, "That would be a cute place for an antique store... or a restaurant... or a hick dance club."
I'm sure it's a completely viable location for a thriving business, sitting there in the middle of nowhere. *cough*
But I want it.